lost comet

I don’t know if it’s love at first sight
Virtual love, if that’s possible
Or if it’s because you’re pretty girl is giving me attention
But I feel so enamored by your words
The way your hair flows around your eyes
The way you called me a canvas filled with sketches
Because when you texted me at 4:38 AM
And I replied at 5:10 AM
I was filled with regret for not replying sooner
For not checking my phone as I was going through customs
My mind filled with butterflies for you

Here I am at the Pearl Lounge in Terminal 1
Staring at the pale stained white tiles
Illuminated by hospital LED lights
It is 6 AM, and I feel magic in the air
While drinking a cappuccino with some leftover croissants
I feel so awestruck by my feelings towards you
How childish I feel from the one conversation we had
How excited I get when I see notification from you
Every hour between midnight and 6 AM
Holding onto whatever we had
In my last hour in Morocco

I don’t want you to be a memory
It is too easy for connection to become memories
I don’t want you to be relegated to inspiration
For when I write love songs and poems
I want you to be a part of my life
Someone with whom I can share things
Moments to be had together
For intimacy to build and falter
I want to return to Marrakesh
Or for you to visit SF
Just so I could meet you
And see if the magic I feel is real
If what we have is more than nothing